For anyone who cares...

Friday was the day from hell. I woke up late, my appointment was at 10:15 in Santa Ana. My gas light went on right when I got on the free way. I pulled off by the Orange Mall and flew down the 55. Then I got lost. I cried. I thought I was going to lose my appointment and broke down. Directions are sooo not my thing. Turn east, turn west, and proceed o.7 miles, mean nothing to me. How about, what restaurants are close to it or are any stores next to it? I am a landmark kind of navigator. I finally found the office, which by the way was very ghetto. I was told I had pityriasis rosea. It is caused by a virus, no one really knows how you get it. It's not contagious or anything (I'm not a leper). But has been the reason I was miserable for 2 months. Starts with one little bump and spreads like crazy. I self- diagnosed myself through WebMD. That shows how much time I spent on the internet trying to figure out what the hell it was. From now on, I'm just going to call a dermatologist right away and not dink around with my retarded regular doctor. He hasn't a clue of anything. Lesson learned.